Necromancer and Super Cemetery

   Chapter 637 643 Death Spell

   Nether World No. 1, the hinterland of the kingdom of West Thorne.

  The Zewal Desert is dead and desolate. The nearby Coconut Tree Town has been completely abandoned. After the once prosperous black market has been destroyed by the factories under the Zewal Desert, it has also completely disappeared.

  The small town that came into being has lost its value of existence.

In the depths of the desert, the huge underground factory that once had 200,000 workers was engulfed by a dried-up lava lake. The solidified black lava looked like a huge scar, standing abruptly in the middle of the yellow desert. .

   At this time, in this desert, a figure appeared, leaving a long series of footprints on the sand on the edge of the desert.

   The red-haired woman who staggered forward was walking forward in embarrassment.

At this time, her body was densely distributed with many wounds. One of the horns on the top of her head, which represented the devil, had been broken. The meat sac that lay eggs behind her had also been cut off in half. The left arm was cut off from the shoulder, and her eyes were also missing. One, leaving a blood hole.

   In this case, the red-haired woman is still persevering in running away, she doesn't want to die, she still has hope, as long as she escapes...

   "Come on! You must do it, don't give up." The red-haired woman muttered in her mouth, kept giving herself psychological hints, and insisted on gritting her teeth.

   "Hahaha, you are really determined!" At this moment, a somewhat mocking voice came, which made the red-haired woman stop, and she looked back with an ugly face.

   I saw a smiling, hateful guy with a Q-version **** his shoulders appearing a few meters away from her. She didn't feel when the other party came so close just now.

  The woman with glasses couldn't help but feel desperate for a while, she stopped walking, and her legs went limp and fell to the ground, weakly saying: "You! What do you want? Stop torturing me, kill me!"

Still smiling, Brenton came to the red-haired woman, and raised her chin frivolously: "What is torture? I originally wanted to talk to you, but you screamed and ran, why? Are you going to blame me again?"

"You, you, you..." The red-haired woman was helpless and angry: "Anyway, it's my fault, I beg you, let me go, or kill me, and stop playing." Said Just like a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water, it just lay down and attacked, posing an incomplete 'big' character, like you come! The lady looks ready.

   Instead, Brenton took a step back in fright: "What do you want to do? I'm only interested in human women. I can't accept your state, but... a little role-playing element seems to be good."

"Damn, bastard, aren't you lo*ic*n?" At this moment, the Q-like girl exclaimed: "Brenton, I misread you, and you are actually interested in such a big-breasted woman, I despise you! "

   Brenton laughed, immediately changed the subject, and said with a smile, "Okay, okay, actually, I don't have any malicious intentions, I just want you to help me with something."

   The red-haired girl rolled her eyes, and her heart was full of mmp: "What the heck, he didn't have any malicious intentions to almost kill me? What do you mean by letting me do things! What do you mean by doing it first?"

   But the situation is stronger than people. The red-haired girl has ten thousand grass and mud horses in her heart, and now she has to put it in her stomach, and she forced a smile: "Sir, if you have anything, just tell me, I will definitely do it."

  Brenton squinted: "Since you are so obedient, then..."

   At this moment, there was a sudden bang, and the head of the red-haired woman who was close at hand suddenly exploded, and red blood and white brains splashed out.

   Brenton's face was gloomy, and a translucent light shield appeared in front of him instantly, blocking the splashed filth in front of him.

   Immediately, his gaze followed the direction of the bullet. At least three kilometers away, there was a figure, half-squatting on the ground carrying an unusually huge and fierce dragon hunting rifle that was more than two meters long.

   Seeing Brenton look at him, the man smiled at him, and then the muzzle turned slightly, aiming at Brenton's head, making a "bang" mouth, but did not pull the trigger.

   "Disgusting fly!" Brenton scolded in disgust, and disappeared in place the next moment, reappearing in front of that person.

   Then with a bang, an invisible force penetrated the man's head as he raised his hand.

   Like what happened to the red-haired woman, her head exploded directly, but this person's head did not have brains or blood, but a silver-gray viscous liquid and organic tissue of unknown texture.

   Brenton snorted coldly: "The reformers of the Dark Council are really annoying."

   At the same time, thousands of kilometers away in the north, in a black castle.

  A naked long-haired woman sat up suddenly from the machine full of viscous liquid, gasping for breath.

With a    clatter, the woman got up from the liquid, took the bath towel handed over by the servant next to her, wiped off the liquid on her body, and covered her beautiful figure by the way.

   "It's really ruthless! Brenton, the younger brother of Archbishop Link." The woman murmured, just now it was she who remotely controlled the android warrior of the Death Council and killed the red-haired woman through consciousness transmission.

   And this woman is the secretary of the Speaker of the Death Council—Ms. Akalia!

   As for why she shot to kill the red-haired woman, it was the Death Council, who had been silent for a long time, and finally started to shoot.

   The death army of more than 4 million Death Councils gathered at the border, ready to attack the Holy Light Church, which occupied the center of the continent.

   Among the 4 million undead army, in addition to more than 3 million relatively low-level skeleton soldiers and zombies, there are also 400,000 of the most elite undead army.

  The so-called undead legion is the legion created by the Death Council by combining undead magic and bio-artificial human technology. The elite warriors in it are not inferior to Green's latest upgraded Titan armored Ma Runjia Legion.

   But unlike Grimm's Ma Runjia, which only has more than 100,000 people, this android army has as many as one million in the Death Council!

   This time, 400,000 was directly used against the Church of the Holy Light. It can be seen that the Death Council is not as simple as trying to make soy sauce this time...

"Akalia, how is it? Have you met the younger brother of Archbishop Link?" A gloomy voice sounded beside Akalia, accompanied by a black-robed man with a hood. Voices and wide robes made it difficult to tell the other's gender and age.

   "Lord Agosta, you're here." Akalia saluted respectfully. Although she is the secretary of the Speaker, she must respect the Council's No. 5 mission, otherwise she will definitely suffer a big loss.

   "Well, answer my question." Agosta said lightly.

"Yes, he is very strong!" Akalia said: "The combat power of the special 'body' I control has reached the peak of legendary level, but in front of that person, he is as fragile as an ant. I feel that his strength is probably not in adults. under you."

"Oh? Is it that strong?" Agosta No. 5 of the Death Council frowned slightly. As the commander of the Death Council army this time, he knew that his strength was far inferior to that of Prince Simdor and the Church of the Holy Light of the Condor Empire. The Archbishop of Link, so he has been looking for the weaknesses of these two people.

The appearance of Brenton gave him a glimpse of an opportunity, but let Akalia test it, but Brenton's strength exceeded his expectations. At present, unless an army of 100,000 people was dispatched, or he personally shot , otherwise it is difficult to win Brenton.

"Forget it, let's put this matter aside for now. People like Archbishop Link don't care too much about his younger brother's life or death. Even if he catches this Brenton and affects his mood a little at most, it still won't solve the fundamental problem. The strength gap." Agosta said lightly: "Has the reply from the Eagle Empire arrived? What did they say?"

   Akalia shook his head and said, "I haven't received the decision of the Condor Empire yet. I will keep an eye on it. Once there is news, I will report it as soon as possible."

"Okay." Agosta nodded in disappointment and snorted: "Cunning Simdor, he is waiting for us to leave first. Forget it, don't wait, order the army to set off and look in the direction of the Church of Holy Light. Launch the attack, I believe we will respond soon after we start."

   Akalia frowned slightly: "Sir, are we being led by the nose of the Condor Empire like this? Should we wait any longer, after all, they are more anxious than us now."

Agosta shook his head and said: "No wait, the Speaker doesn't care about losing some troops. For our Death Council, there are as many low-level undead as there are. There is no need for him to care about it. Instead, the Condor Empire despised it. And if we wait any longer, the other side will be better prepared, which is not good for our plan..."

   went back to Brenton and destroyed the artificial man of the Death Council with one blow, and his face was not at all relaxed.

   A three-centimeter-long scratch appeared on his cheek, and a hint of pale golden blood oozes out slightly.

  If anyone saw it at this time, they would be surprised that the blood flowing out of Brenton’s face turned out to be the pale golden blood of God!

  Brenton wiped it with his hand, and the wound healed instantly, leaving only a touch of pale gold on his fingertips, but it quickly degenerated into ordinary red in the air.

   "Is that the sorcery of the Death Council just now? It's really hard to guard against!" Brenton's eyes flashed a bit of solemnity: "If it wasn't for me, Edissa, reminded me just now, I almost got hit."

  It turned out that Akalia had blasted the redhead's head with a dragon hunting rifle, and then aimed at Brenton and slammed his mouth, just to attract his attention.

  The real ultimate move is the silent death spell.

  This sorcery without any light and shadow effects and psionic fluctuations is very secretive, and it may be tricked if you are not careful.

   If Brenton hadn't evaded just now, although a curse wouldn't kill him, it would still make him very embarrassed.

   (end of this chapter)